.:August Runs:.

[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin' with four people pt. redux. What can go wrong?
When ⬤ Following this, and other times at misc. moments (accounting for the future.)
Where ⬤ Concealed Mourning Bulwark, Closed Failing Pilgrim, & Pulsating Black Old World
Content Warnings ⬤ None and not anticipating any!




[ Ganymede has spoken to at least...two of these people, once.

That's what probably makes it reasonable for him to come along on the party raid.

Following conversation on the network and elsewhere, all three responsible receive new emails bidding them to come to the Chaos Gate. Ganymede is already awaiting their appearances.

Fortunately, so is information regarding their keywords, which are "Concealed Mourning Bulwark".

Once the Chaos Gate warps them over, they'll find...

...That they are all in an area that's more or less a stormstruck plain stretching from end to end. Right in the middle of this field is a flesh wall dungeon, the beginning point of the actual dungeon itself. ]

RESULTS #1: For Concealed Mourning Bulwark!

RESULTS #2: For Pulsating Black Old World!

RESULTS #3: For Closed Failing Pilgrim!

Comments

[ganymed]

[ Probably die from embarrassment or ascend to heaven. Your pick. ]

Slippery and full of limbs? That's one way of describing it...

[ Ganymede decides this is the exact perfect time to wiggle out of other Michel's grasp or try to in order to get on over to his side. He's choosing the exact right (wrong) time to be a menace.

Either way, it finally clicks, so much so that he just blurts out: ]

...Oh, I see. You were embarrassed by "me", weren't you?

[ He's kind of liking the idea more and more of Michel being distracted by him that much. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Unfortunately, with Michel turned away, he doesn't even realize yet that Ganymede is being an escape artist. The Michel clone is going to catch a lecture for this later...

Which doesn't save the Michel of the present. He shies away a little when Ganymede's voice close at his side startles him, and turns again, trying to hide a blush. He'll just keep pivoting in place to stay facing away from Ganymede. ]

...I'm not embarrassed. [ He's so embarrassed. ] I've just never been made to feel like a tree trunk before.

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede has learned some mad skills, be amazed! Michel also has 24 hours for his lecture time.

When he turns away again, the little blond punk gets an idea, and says: ]

Come around Winter's other side.

[ The other Ganymede moves to come at Michel's opposing side, while OG Ganymede goes from his side to try to see the look on his face. ]

You're trying to hide your face. So, naturally that means you're embarrassed. An embarrassed tree trunk.

[userunfriendly]

[ Well... only one of these Ganymedes can really observe him. Michel turns towards the less evil clone, wishing his hair wasn't tied so that he could hide behind it again.

He reaches over to set one hand on top of Ganymede's head to keep him from craning too close. Ganymede might be stubborn, but at least he's still small. ]

Why would I be embarrassed? You're the one who was having your double impersonate a squirrel.

[ His heart is beginning to beat entirely too fast, and he doesn't know how much of that he enjoys. It's not unpleasant. But... it could easily turn that way. His blush is all the way to his eartips now, courtesy of his extremely pale skin. ]

If... if we're finished here, I'll be heading back first.

[ganymed]

[ He flails a little once the hand is settled atop his head. Unfortunately, his smallness works against him as opposed to Michel, who has almost a full head on him (?), and he huffs. ]

A squirrel?? ...I thought it was a starfish.

[ Unimportant semantics. ]

Alright. Well, keep an eye on your inbox, we're bound to get at least something from this.

[ Raising his hands to touch the hand, blinking a bit and blurts out immaturely: ]

...Also, it's not my fault you're as easy to climb as a tree.

[ Then he logs straight on out!! And no, he doesn't realize his comment was actually technically one filled with innuendo. Have fun with that, Michel. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ He can't keep track of what Ganymede is supposed to be anymore, alright. His head is full of so many other things. ]

I-I am--

[ Not? Is he not? Ganymede is gone, so he needs time to think about that one...

He groans and sinks down to hide his face in his hands, ignoring his clone staring curiously at him. Useless jerk. Michel does not log directly out. But since Ganymede is already gone, he has no way of knowing just how much longer Michel lingers in game, hiding in Fine Wine so he can stew. ]